It’s just one thought. One endlessly looped thought, burning a hole in my brain.
For them, I will fight until my last breath.
It’s been almost two weeks and she’s still freezing me out.
My wife is a ghost. I can smell her on my son, I can hear her in the next room—but she’s never actually a presence in front ofme for long enough to be real.
Our longest interactions happen when she comes to relieve me or vice versa. So it’s no surprise that I’ve come to look forwardto those precious few minutes whenever I can steal them.
I’ve had Mischa now for two hours. He’s due for his next feed so I’m expecting Wren to come and get him any minute now. Ofcourse, there are the unwelcome times she sends Bee in her place—but today, Bee is already with me.
Mischa opens his deep green eyes and gives me
